When I entered my hotel in Dallas, the hustle and bustle seemed to pause. People were casually dining in the lobby restaurant, patrons were sipping co...fee in the lounges, everything was casual. I entered the elevator anxious to join them and lose my business coat and tie. When I hit the button to my floor the elevator begin to climb, that’s when my weakness came into view. This one seemed about 28 or 30 years old with dark red hair and a body that seemed to be sculpted from stone. I could see. ‘She looks like Shella did when she was Neta’s age,’ Dex said, taking a long drink of his wine. ‘So, how long have you and Paul been together?’ Netalia wanted to know. ‘Almost three years,’ Paul answered. ‘How long have you been married?’ Netalia asked. ‘Three months,’ Shella told her. ‘How’s school?’ ‘I have to tutor the morons I go to school with,’ Netalia said, wrinkling her nose. ‘And Victoria’s being horrid,’ she added. ‘How so?’ Dex asked instantly alert. ‘She thought I failed math, when. Always punctual, Mr. Oliver wore pressed khaki slacks and a short sleeved white dress shirt. A slender, tall man of seventy-two, he looked tan and healthy.In his left hand, he held a bottle of red wine, and in the other he carried an over-sized leather portfolio containing paper and art supplies.Ms. Alsover made introductions for Mr. Oliver, Maria and Timothy, and then the four of them moved to the dining room. Over dinner, Mr. Oliver politely inquired about Maria's pregnancy, and complemented. His hands disentangled the tie on her bathrobe and slid the garment off of her slim shoulders. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He turned her around and bent her over the table in one smooth motion. "Kol, wait!" But she didn't really want him to wait, not entirely. She was conflicted. She'd never seen him with such hunger in his eyes. It was like he had just returned from Hell, and the need to touch her was driving every shred of sane thinking he had left. Anya groaned as Kol knelt.